Authors Note: Non-cannon story (though it could be...). Contains minor language and reference to violence. Contains a strictily mother/son relationship. Enjoy and please review:D
Disclaimer: I own nothing of JKR's magical work, I only borrow her characters. :)
December 22, 1996:
It's cold, oh so cold. I can hear everything: every footstep, every whisper. Sometimes I think I even imagine noises, anything so I don't have to bear the terrible silence. It feels like impending doom, like something horrible is about to happen, and indeed, it will.
I don't want Draco to kill anyone, at least not yet. He is so young, and he doesn't understand. He must be terrified. But I know, I know that, if Draco doesn't kill him, he will be the one to pay. My son... my only son, the one thing I love more than anything on this earth. I am so frightened and yet, there is nothing more I can do.
I'm alone. Lucius is in jail; there is no one to protect me, no one.
I miss my husband terribly. I miss his eyes, his coldness, his occasional smile. I miss his very presence. The house feels even emptier without him -- I feel emptier without him.
But most of all, I miss my son.
I miss the little boy who was afraid of the Boggart in his closet. I miss the little boy who snuck into my room on the nights when Lucius was gone and told me everything would be alright. I miss the little boy who wanted a pet dragon for his sixth birthday. But that little boy is gone. Draco has grown so much that I feel like I hardly know my own son anymore.
He'll be arriving tomorrow, my Draco. I insisted on having him home these holidays. I need to see him, to talk to him; it might be the last time I see my son...
I wish the Dark Lord would never have given him a task, I wish he wouldn't have followed his father's footsteps.
But I've wished a great deal of things, none of which came true.
Narcissa Malfoy
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